Abby Travis - La Petite Mort lyrics

Sustain me Only with your love Only with your love Could I ever have enough Sustain me Every time you die a little bit At repose in ultra-violet Nothing to erase In the twilight We levitate You make me disappear Like no one has before Le ecstacy, my dear Devient l'amour Every time you die a little bit In the throws of perfect fit Nothing could replace The infinity Of this embrace Sustain me Only with your love Only with your love Sustain me Well there are those who claim That pleasure and pain cannot be measured From a one to seven You're a hundred and eleven of succulent treasure I never try with you We simply are the love immortal and you know it's true Every time you die a little bit Vacantly expressing it Full moon in your face Falling angels in perfect grace